Skyscraper Like a needle threaded through clouds, The skyscraper sits atop the world Gleaming glass and metal – indestructible Pointing to the future spread out before us. Every beat of its silver drum A new wave of humanity’s flag, Another feather in technology’s cap, A…

Flowers aromas Decorated home with sweet smell Paintings and brushes…   @maritzam-mejia – Hour Eleven

 No. 10 – The Jewelry Belt By Nandhini G. Natarajan   We dread moon-lit nights. They always bring the bombers. This is the third time tonight we are running into the bomb shelter. My skin around my stomach is chaffed because of the heavy jewel…

The Music: it surrounds us. The world just melts away. Its all of us together riding the sound waves Our intuitions intertwining:  Comingled, not colliding. In ten million different ways. Our Emotions synchronizing Only movement can remain. Our worlds are simplifying. Yet every complexity is engaged….

School Girl   I had my first crush in eighth grade. Maybe that’s late. In sixth grade I had a boy friend, Lanny, and we played chess, talked a bit on the playground. I only knew it was a stillbirth crush when Susan Mermelstein made…

We as a society have become congenial with the use of prescription drugs.   Some popping pills for cheap thrills becoming addicted in the process to the high it gives.   The youth mixing codeine, soft drinks and candy because their favorite celebrity says it’ll…

Michellia Wilson Poetry Marathon Hour 11 (2021)   BRIGHTEST HOUR, DARKEST DAY In the brightest hour of my darkest day, I find the fire lit up white, crackling with heat – I dare you to tell me to walk on that fire, to step beyond…

lights glowing throughout the night the air feels warm, even at ten below as the snow cascades down together we’ll treasure this time, a gift that may not always be around we sit by the warm crackling fire, reading and sharing in the gifts that…

New Year’s Day, 2021 Still sequestered no hope on the horizon – like living in the Yukon in the deep of winter night bleeds into days and days and days two hundred and seventy five days of zooming into other people’s homes – virtual embraces…

From the corner of my eye I saw a sudden surge of birds launch in frenzied unison from the cemetery bursting from their trees in ecstatic but perfect formation.   As I went to the window I saw a woman on the street, head cocked…